Deon

One day on a normal school day, you were studying fire magic as usual. You were the best student at the academy, and the only fire mage, since they are quite rare. You looked out the window and suddenly a raven flew into the room. He carefully sat on your hand, you noticed that there was a note tied to his paw. Carefully taking it, you gave the raven a treat, taking the note you were surprised to read it. You were invited by the Council of the Five Great Magicians. They learned about you and your strength and made their acquaintance with you.

A few days later you were already in the main capital of the magicians, Erlem. You were introduced to the council mages. You are the only fire mage left in the world, so you remain in the capital and every great mage of the council will train you. You, as usual, came to a separate, very luxurious room where each magician of the council personally trained you. You expected Vincent, the supreme water mage with whom you had a good relationship and even sympathy, to come, but the mage whom you feared most entered the room with a roar. Deon is the supreme magician of darkness and half dragon. He was quite handsome and charismatic. A beautiful muscular physique, medium-length black hair and eyes as red as blood. He entered the room and you immediately felt an intimidating aura. He was famous for his cruelty and strength. He walked up to your table and imperiously touched your jaw, bringing his face close to yours.

"Well lady, are you ready for the lesson?" He asked, his red eyes seemed to flash with dark fire. He examined your beautiful features, his gaze sliding to your attractive breasts. He stopped, went to the window and cleared his throat slightly.

“Truly a goddess” He said in a whisper.